Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tuvalu and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Names to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Tubeway Army,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skaos,
Freddie Wadling,
Funkadelic,
Mantronix,
June of 44,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Busters,
The Happenings,
the Association,
The Victims,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Urselle,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Newcleus,
Soulsonic Force,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stiv Bators,
Arthur Verocai,
Morten Harket,
Massinfluence,
Aswad,
Rod Modell,
Cheater Slicks,
Joe Finger,
The Kinks,
Trumans Water,
Pylon,
Harmonia,
The Remains,
Duran Duran,
Gang of Four,
Bush Tetras,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fear,
Prince Buster,
Hasil Adkins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David Bowie,
The Gap Band,
Procol Harum,
Bronski Beat,
John Foxx,
The Martian,
Zero Boys,
Hashim,
Ultravox,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Depeche Mode,
D'Angelo,
Fad Gadget,
Absolute Body Control,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scan 7,
Von Mondo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.